The Flower Of The High Mountain Turns Into A Cat And Is Picked Up By A Human Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Leaving… this skin…

I will definitely be happier…

Heng Yuze involuntarily stopped moving again.

Bai Chendeng was extremely close to him, instantly feeling the man’s entire body forcibly relaxing as if all strength had drained away. Simultaneously, the connection between his soul and body was weakening.

If Heng Yuze hadn’t possessed high spiritual sensitivity and extraordinary talent suitable for the path of cultivation, he would have likely lost his life to the drum sound long ago, and in a particularly gruesome manner at that.

The fierce-faced man continued to beat the drum unhurriedly.

Bai Chendeng met his gaze.

The drum constantly emanated malevolent energy. Forged through unknown sacrificial methods, it was incredibly domineering and bizarre. Its effect was clearly tailored specifically to target him.

Amidst the drumming, the accumulated wish power Bai Chendeng had gathered over a long period was rapidly dissolving, like snow meeting the scorching sun.

Wish power, this unique spiritual energy found among sentient beings in the world, was being steadily suppressed by a small drum.

To find such a strange artifact, the mastermind behind this plot must have gone to great lengths to ensure his demise.

Bai Chendeng knew that if this continued, he would likely be exhausted to death before he could mount any formal resistance.

The wish power continued to dissipate.

However, he was currently just a cat, unable even to shapeshift, completely incapable of unleashing his true combat strength. Even if he charged forward now, he would merely be casually kneaded and thrown away, dying in vain.

The controlled people began to gather around again.

The fierce-faced man drew closer.

Bai Chendeng’s heart sank to the bottom.

“Meow—”

Just keep running. I hope you survive.

He made a certain decision, locking his cat eyes onto the man, but then lowered his head and bit Heng Yuze’s shoulder.

The instantaneous pain and scent of blood jolted Heng Yuze awake. He hadn’t completely broken free from the control yet; a sense of obstruction, as if his flesh was separating from his bones, still permeated his body.

But he knew what he had to do.

The man stumbled into motion, struggling to move forward.

Bai Chendeng cleared the obstacles for him. The people surging forward seemed fragile and weak before the seemingly light swats of the cat’s paws.

The man and the cat began their desperate escape.

The drum sound changed again.

It shifted from a rhythmic thumping to a series of finer, more rapid beats. If the previous sound was like scattered raindrops, this was a continuous drizzle, drawing one’s thoughts into the melody played by the fine rain.

Heng Yuze fell into a hallucination amidst the dense drumming.

In this moment, he was alone. The surroundings instantly darkened, and he sensed something else nearby.

They were long, wooden racks—rotting, old, carrying the smell of dampness and blood, their colors mottled and covered in filth.

Upon closer inspection, while the racks nearby were empty, those slightly farther away had something stretched taut and fastened onto them.

When Heng Yuze realized what was being dried on those racks, his scalp instantly prickled, and a chill ran down his spine and the soles of his feet.

The racks were dense, almost filling his vision, like skeletal ghosts stripped of sinew and bone, malevolently cursing the world.

Skin.

It was all skin.

Heng Yuze also realized why there were empty racks beside him.

It turned out they were prepared for him.

Bai Chendeng’s wish power was rapidly draining away.

Heng Yuze stumbled as he ran, but after the drum sound changed, he inexplicably altered his direction and began running back the way he came.

He knew the man was being misled by the drumming, trapped in an illusion.

Should he gather all his remaining wish power for one last struggle, or use it to carve out a path of survival for Heng Yuze?

Bai Chendeng made his decision in an instant.

He let out a soft cry and coiled himself around Heng Yuze’s neck.

His wish power was insufficient, and most of it had been dispersed by the evil drum. He had to conserve what little remained.

Heng Yuze pressed hard against a wooden rack.

Perhaps it was tainted with some kind of resentment, but the rack was sinister. The moment he touched it, his fingertips went numb and lost all sensation. His skin slowly began to tear open, the edges perfectly neat, as if an experienced tanner was using an invisible small knife to slice the skin starting from his fingertips, aiming only to harvest the best hide.

But more empty racks pressed in. Heng Yuze couldn’t fend them off with just his hands. In moments, he was tightly pinned by the stacked racks. The skin on the contact points began to tear, making him look like a severely damaged toy doll awaiting disposal.

Heng Yuze was terrified by the sight of his skin peeling off, nearly losing control and letting out a miserable shriek. The chilling sound echoed, actually rousing the racks that were already fitted with skin.

Witnessing the constantly writhing sea of skin-covered racks around him, he was on the verge of despair.

Just then, a sharp sting came from his neck.

Heng Yuze thought the skin on his neck was also starting to split, but he realized this wasn’t caused by the racks. Something sharp was sliding against the side of his neck.

It was a cat claw.

Heng Yuze suddenly realized.

Chendeng was still fighting.

How could he just die here, piled up among a bunch of rotten wooden racks!

Since Chendeng could touch him, yet he couldn’t see the cat, the problem was clearly only on his side.

It was a hallucination.

Heng Yuze reached into his pocket.

Before deciding to leave, he had returned to his bedroom.

He had taken a multi-tool knife from a drawer and put it in his pocket.

Damn it, he couldn’t feel it. Was he unable to perceive the items on his person while trapped in this illusion?

The cat claw sliding against his neck suddenly became cold and clear like water. In that instant, Heng Yuze felt the small knife, and the blurry outlines of moving figures and the familiar ground vaguely appeared before his eyes.

A good chance!

His finger found the cold, hard outline of the small knife. Heng Yuze immediately sliced his fingertip open. It was as if he simultaneously cut through the boundless abyss of skin racks trapping him, and he finally saw the path ahead!

Facing such bizarre people and objects, Heng Yuze had done his best.

He hadn’t given up hope, hadn’t been paralyzed by fear, nor had he foolishly charged into a fight with the clearly formidable man.

All he could do was run.

Escape from here!

His feet were heavy, but the heart in his chest provided a continuous source of power.

Before him, the road and the skin racks constantly overlapped. Every step he took felt like he was walking on the correct path, yet also like he was sinking deeper into the boundless ocean of skin racks…

He had to escape with Chendeng!

He absolutely must!

“Meow…”

Bai Chendeng, coiled around Heng Yuze’s neck, watched him finally find the correct direction to flee. He felt a mix of relief and resignation.

With his repeated use of moonlight to weaken them, the controlled humans could no longer pose any threat to Heng Yuze.

But this led to another problem.

His own wish power was likely almost depleted, and his moonlight energy was also running out.

The man opposite hadn’t even personally made a move.

No demon capable of shapeshifting was simple.

He hoped Heng Yuze would survive.

Next time, he shouldn’t so easily fall for an internet-famous cat, foolishly pick up a cat and bring it home, thereby putting himself in danger.

Bai Chendeng made his choice and accepted his fate.

The man beating the small drum saw the white cat’s eyes shift from fierce wildness to a deadly calm acceptance.

He then spoke his first words.

“I’m here to send you on your way.”

Bai Chendeng could not speak human language.

He estimated that Heng Yuze must have fallen into the illusion again, but fortunately, he was running in the right direction. He needed to keep running, the farther the better.

He was the target of these people. Even if they killed Heng Yuze, a human, they wouldn’t gain anything good and would only attract the attention of that group of people.

Bai Chendeng was going to say goodbye to Heng Yuze.

He wasn’t the type to be wishy-washy.

For the first and last time, he licked Heng Yuze.

Then, he jumped off his shoulder and neck.

Heng Yuze, as expected, didn’t notice his departure, still struggling forward in the hallucination brought on by the drumming.

“Meow.”

Goodbye.

Bai Chendeng no longer hesitated. He landed on the ground, his aura changing. He was originally a top-tier demon, only falling into this predicament after being ambushed during his breakthrough.

If they wanted his life, they had better be prepared to lose some flesh and blood!

The man lifted the small drum, stood still, and watched the white cat’s sudden shift to ferocity. He raised an eyebrow, sounding somewhat regretful.

“A great demon who was only one step away from breaking through to a Demon Immortal is indeed not simple. The Worm should have killed you days ago, but who knew you were also proficient in moonlight arts? That truly surprised us.”

“However, your wish power is exhausted, and you have little moonlight left after saving that human, haven’t you? I despise soft-hearted demons like you, always making foolish choices for ridiculous reasons.”

Bai Chendeng was very calm.

He only had one chance.

These people didn’t know that he had obtained the Spirit Nurturing Flower. His physique had been transformed, allowing him not only to accommodate moonlight but also to retain a large amount of sun essence within his body, forming a terrifying Sun Wheel.

The demon before him was not simple. The fact that the sun essence hadn’t been exposed was his advantage. But he only had one chance; he had to kill him in a single strike, otherwise, he would surely die!

Unexpectedly, the unidentified demon, now in human form, seeing his stance, actually took a half-step back and lifted the small drum.

“Demons, especially solitary ones, have all sorts of abilities, and some hidden cards are to be expected. Senior Bai, I hope you will die obediently and not cause me any trouble.”

He narrowed his eyes, and only in the shallow slits did a fierce, soul-capturing glare emerge. Then, the sound of the small drum suddenly became frantic.

“Boom-dong… Boom-dong…”

Facing prey that was virtually incapable of resistance, he still cautiously pushed the drum to its limit.

Bai Chendeng was caught off guard by this move, even losing contact with his moonlight and sun essence.

Damn it.

Damn it.

Damn it.

The opponent was too cautious.

Bai Chendeng thought.

It seemed he was truly going to fall here this time.

So be it.

He was simply outmatched.

The man continued to beat the small drum while reaching out to grab the white cat.

The white cat, relying on its small, flexible body, managed to evade his grasp several times.

Watching the prey’s final, ridiculous struggle, the man smiled enjoyably, letting him run. When he saw that the cat truly had no ability to resist, he stopped tormenting his prey. With incredible speed, he grabbed the white cat’s neck and squeezed tight.

His fingers were harder than iron clamps, tightening little by little.

Bai Chendeng’s life ebbed away with the pressure.

The man continued to urge the evil drum.

One hand held the drum, the other gripped Bai Chendeng’s neck.

Whether an ordinary cat or a great demon who had achieved cultivation, there was no difference now.

Their figures were merely two specks of dust in the city.

As the perspective rose, shrinking and shrinking, they became part of the myriad things in the world.

Life or death, it had been played out countless times before.

Bai Chendeng’s final thought was—

If possible, it would be better to live.

In the very last moment before consciousness faded.

A furious roar, approaching from a distance, ignited Bai Chendeng’s will to survive.

“Let go of my cat!!!”